that morning, bestirred himself to act as cicerone, and presently led
the two young ladies to the very front of one of those public galleries
from which idlers and specially-interested spectators may see and hear
the proceedings which obtain in the badly-ventilated, ill-lighted tanks
wherein justice is dispensed at the Law Courts. There was no one else
in that gallery; the attendant in the corridor outside seemed to be
vastly amazed that any one should wish to enter it, and he presently
opened the door, beckoned to Spargo, and came half-way down the stairs
to meet him.

"Nothing much going on here this morning," he whispered behind a raised
hand. "But there's a nice breach case in number five--get you three
good seats there if you like."

Spargo declined this tempting offer, and went back to his charges. He
had decided by that time that Miss Aylmore was about twenty-three, and
her sister about eighteen; he also thought that young Breton was a
lucky dog to be in possession of such a charming future wife and an
equally charming sister-in-law. And he dropped into a seat at Miss
Jessie Aylmore's side, and looked around him as if he were much awed by
his surroundings.

"I suppose one can talk until the judge enters?" he whispered. "Is this
really Mr. Breton's first case?"

"His very first--all on his own responsibility, any way," replied
Spargo's companion, smiling. "And he's very nervous--and so's my
sister. Aren't you, now, Evelyn?"

Evelyn Aylmore looked at Spargo, and smiled quietly.